Although her father had always looked down on her, she had never really suffered.
Studying abroad with Logan Ray, being pampered by him, she lived a carefree life without the need to toil for a living, her days spent pursuing her own pleasures and dreams.
At this mont, what Titus Zane failed to realize was that recalling Logan Ray no longer stirred any ripples in her heart.
"Silly woman," Nathan Moore sighed affectionately, his gaze tender as he dropped it down on her, "From now on, you’re in charge of being happy. Leave the scheming and calculations to ."
Titus Zane...
Looked up at Nathan Moore, her lips pursed.
If there had been any hesitation or struggle before, it vanished completely after she learned the true nature of Ariana Evans and Olivia Zane.
"Nathan Moore, you’re so good..." Titus Zane took the initiative to hug his neck, pressing her face against his chest. If all her previous hardships were for today, then she was thankful, grateful that fate had allowed this once-hated and feared man to save her life.
"Hmm, since you think I’m good, how will you thank ?" Nathan Moore wrapped his arms around Titus Zane’s waist, his smiling eyes shalessly asking.
Titus Zane pecked Nathan Moore on the lips, "Thank you,"
Nathan Moore frowned, clearly not satisfied.
"Is that all? Just paying lip service?"
Titus Zane, puzzled, "What else do you want?"
The man encircling her suddenly leaned in with his handso face, his smile laden with deep aning, "I’ve been starved by you for three years."
Now that she had finally overco her fear, how could he let her off so easily?
Without giving Titus Zane a chance to react, in her surprise, he sealed her lips with a kiss, pressing his strong body against her softness, as his warrior awakened, storming the fortress once again.
"Ah... Nathan Moore!" An unexpected intrusion, Titus Zane cried out uncomfortably, Nathan Moore stopped daring to move any further and quickly propped himself up to gauge her reaction, only to see her biting her lower lip, saying, "You’re so big."
The sudden fullness was a bit much to bear.
A pleased laughter echoed, shaking both their chests, Nathan Moore’s handso face hovering near Titus Zane’s ear.
"Darling, are you praising ?"
"Don’t laugh at , Nathan Moore, I’m older than you!"
Titus Zane, embarrassed and angry, reminded him.
"Only by a few months," Nathan Moore propped himself up again, moving slowly as he spoke.
He found that just talking to this silly woman could shift her attention, preventing her from feeling tense and resistant.
"Being older by a day still counts!"
Nathan Moore raised an eyebrow, pressed his lean face down, his thin lips brushing against Titus Zane’s ear, "Except for this one aspect, you are not bigger anywhere else."
"You!" Titus Zane, blushing and unable to speak, heard him soften his tone, "Alright, you’re older than , from now on, I’ll call you ’sister’..."
Then, that word "sister" kept ringing in her ear, sister, do you like this,
Sister, does this feel comfortable,
Sister, is your little brother’s performance to your satisfaction...
All day long, Nathan Moore proved with his actions that a man really shouldn’t go hungry for too long.
...
In T city, Olivia Zane was sitting on the couch, crying like a wailing specter.
Julian Zane hung his head, incessantly sucking on cigarettes, while Yolanda Evans paced restlessly back and forth in the living room.
They had just returned from the police station; luckily, they had pulled so strings, and the matter wasn’t probed too deeply. Otherwise, being accused by Nathan Moore of organ theft could have led to a lengthy interrogation.
Irritated by her daughter’s crying, Yolanda stopped in front of Olivia, "Crying, crying, that’s all you do! If crying could solve problems, I’d cry along with you!"
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